Hours later, he turned his small SUV, trailer in tow, into the driveway of a quaint house set back from the road. As he slowed to a stop, Nathan let his eyes play over the house—two stories with a nice covered porch, painted white with forest green shutters—and the yard that bloomed with late season flowers. Everything was neat and well-tended, thus making him feel worse that Birch had found her way seven miles from the barn into the man’s garden. He planned on paying Lucas Shaw for the damage done as well as for keeping the mare a few hours. It was, he figured, the least he could do.
As he slipped out from behind the steering wheel, the front door opened and a man he assumed must be Lucas Shaw stepped out. The distance between them drawing shorter with every breath, Nathan felt his nerve
